wow . . . we're on chapter five. Sadly enough, there's not much left to the stoy from here. we have two more chapters acctually written, but there's not much after that - only three or four more. And then, the sequel which ahs no name . . . we need to work on that.

Reveiwers:

Queen Islanzadi: The PPC is the protectors of the Plot Continueum. Look under our favorite author's and read meekerbeeker. And Yes, you are.

Meagan: he doesn't like hugs b/c he's a loser, it's the concept of AP that counts, dead ppl are dead, and I do have a pet ghost - it was playing with the locks on my mom's car, it's just a term for Denethor's insane burning of his kid

Iforgotmyname: Well, he doesn't have a head!

Gina: Aragorn was yelling at kelsey cuz he was worried about her.

Chapter Five

Somebody Dies

In which Kelsey dies. Sorry.

Nickel's PoV

It suddenly occurred to me that sitting around at the open gate in the middle of a battle was NOT a good idea. I left Ernie to his own devices since no orc seemed willing to slay him – he had created their species after all – and ran up to find Gandalf. He was heading my direction. Suddenly, a very loud, screaming person covered in fuchsia wool hurled out of the sky.

Mandy's PoV

I woke up on our second or third day on the boats to find several people exclaiming over something.

"What do you think that is?" Kelsey asked, pointing at a large, square object hurtling towards us. I frowned.

"Um…" The square object landed in front of us. It was a vibrant purple rug, large enough for five or more people. In the center was a note. I reached for the note. The rug jumped as I leaned on it and tried to buck me off, but as I crawled off, the note was still clutched in my hand.

"What's up?" Kelsey asked, peering over my shoulder. I grinned slightly.

"We've got to get on."

"What?" Kelsey was looking at me, bewildered.

"Nickel sent this," I gestured towards the carpet. "She says we can get around the initial fighting and hang out in Minas Tirith if need be." Kelsey frowned and edged towards Haldir.

"No."

"What?"

"I'm not leaving," She said shortly. "I'm…I'm staying to fight." Haldir looked down at her, about to say something that would change her mind.

"Kelsey, I really think—"

"But I want to stay," She interrupted fiercely, "I'd miss out all the fun otherwise."

I turned to Legolas, grabbing his hand.

"Love you," I whispered, kissing him gently on the lips. He pressed his lips against me more firmly, then broke apart and kissed my forehead chastely.

"Be careful," He whispered. I smiled and kissed his lips again, then jumped on the still bucking carpet. I looked back at the note, clutching the ends of the carpet.

"Dwiya gwah. Nie brith gola vee gwah!" I yelled, but the carpet only bucked more. I could hear some chuckles and giggles behind me, and even Legolas was suppressing a grin as he leaned down to my ear and whispered softly.

I could feel the comprehension dawning on my face. "OH! Dwia gwai. Nai brith golla ve gwai!" The carpet froze, then jerked straight, sending me lurching forward. Then it rocketed skywards.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed, clutching on for dear life as my feet flew behind me. The carpet eventually leveled off and sent me shooting towards Minas Tirith. I could see all the fighting underneath me, and, frankly, I was glad I wasn't down there fighting…until a giant beast hurtled towards me.

"OH MY GO—TURN!" I screeched at the carpet. "RIGHT, LEFT, I DON'T CARE, JUST TURN!" I leaned towards the right, thankfully avoiding what looked like the Witch King just in time, but the carpet flipped over, sending me screaming as I dangled hundreds, maybe thousands, of feet above fighting…things.

"FLIP! FLIP YOU DARN THING, FLIP!" I bellowed, swinging dangerously. But the carpet didn't listen to me, and instead increased its pace as it pinpointed its destination—the top of Minas Tirith.

Thankfully, the carpet lowered me onto the plaza, where a certain white wizard sat atop a horse with a certain hobbit, arguing with a certain girl.

Nickel's PoV

"Hey Nickel!"

"Glad you got my note," I commented, turning back to discover Gandalf had ridden on to the burial tomb. I swore softly, then raced after him, fully aware that Mandy was on my heels.

Ahead, Gandalf had knocked Denethor back onto the pyre. I immediately went to Faramir's side, slapping any fire on him to smother it as Pippin did the same.

"AARRGG!" I glanced up to see Denethor leap off the pyre, completely aflame. Mandy stood close by, her mouth agape.

"Wow…" She said, astonished, as Denethor leapt off the building. "Why didn't Denethor say he could fly?" And with that she took off after him, fully preparing to leap off the building.

"Mandy!" I shrieked, and then let out an ear-piercing whistle. The carpet halted beside me. "Go get her and bring her back here." The carpet whisked off as Mandy jumped, and seconds later I heard a voice screaming, "This is just like magic!"

As Mandy stopped in the carpet beside me, I shoved her off and pulled Faramir on, intent on getting him to the Healing Houses.

"Mandy! Up!" I hit her with my staff. She sat up, grumbling. "Take Faramir to the House of Healing."

"Which would be…where?" She asked. I hit her with my staff again. "Ouch! What?"

I turned to my carpet. "londe." I turned to Mandy. "Jump on."

"What?"

"Jump on!" She leapt onto the carpet frantically right as it prepared to zoom off. The carpet then rocketed towards the houses, with Mandy screaming. I turned to return down to the fight now that the politics were over.

My wayward carpet having (I assumed) dumped Mandy off at the houses of healing, joined me as a reached the gate, just as Imrahil did. Seeing me, he came over to hear council and see what Gandalf had been doing.

"What devilry is this?" well, maybe not for council.

"It's a carpet!"

"I know that, but why is it in the air and not on the floor?"

"A loom may make both bandages and fine clothes, why not a carpet be both foot warmer and steed?"

Imrahil rolled his eye – I was starting to like this guy, "If you go into battle, I do not know whether to feel pity for the enemy or not."

"Gandalf pities the slaves of Sauron, for they have no choice."

"And you?"

"I shall tell you when they are all clean."

"Clean? That may take even longer than it will take to destroy them."

"Then we'd best get started."

And so the forces of Gondor rode out to join the Rohirim. But reinforcements came for the enemy from the river, and just as hope wavered, we saw the black sails on the horizon. Everyone quailed at the sight of the ships, fearing an end to all hopes, well, except for me.

Kelsey's PoV

I jumped off the deck, flipping in the air to land on some poor orc, breaking his neck. Within a few seconds the orcs had learned to avoid me and send someone smarter. Drat. Southrons, Easterlings, the men of far Harad, they were doomed. I laughed manically and swung my sword at some guy in fuchsia to find . . .

"Kelsey!" Nickel screamed, blocking me, 'Watch who you kill!" She pulled me onto the fucshianess – the same carpet that had rescued Mandy – and we sped off toward one of the mûmakil.

I pulled out a sniper (what good were bows and arrows at a time like this?) and shot down the small armies of Haradrim that rallied about them. Nickel busied herself managing the carpet and telling the mûmakil to buck off their riders and be free. We continued in this manner, heading slowly toward Minas Tirith until . . .

"Uh, Kelsey?"

"What!" I yelled, throwing a spear.

"The stabilizer controls . . ."

"In English, Nicole!"

"Sorry, we're going down."

Time seemed to freeze, "WHAT?"

Nickel shrugged, "Jump!"She catapulted onto a siege engine, leaving me on a now bucking carpet.

"Great, Nickel." I jumped after her wishing she'd thought of something else. She was the one who did magic.

Mandy's PoV

I rushed out the gate to find more orcs that I could count . . . yes, I can count. It took about two seconds for me to decide whether to go back in or hide. Just as I was about to flee to some safe hole where even Nickel's carpet (which was pretty smart) could find me, I heard a deathly scream and it wasn't the Witch King.

"Kelsey!"

Nickel's PoV

I turned just as I landed on the rather deserted siege engine. Kelsey had jumped after me, but if she had a fault it was her aim from a bucking carpet. She slipped just as I reached out to grab her hand, and fell the fifty feet to the ground.

"Kelsey!" I screamed as hundreds of orcs swarmed around her. That was when they noticed me.

I had no carpet to save me now. Wishing I had some bungee cords to make this easier, I jumps after Kelsey, landing on the pile of orcs, thereby breaking my fall.

"Kelsey!" Aragorn, Haldir and Mandy were running over as fast as they could.

I dropped to Kelsey's side as she lay there, neck broken.

I wiped my eyes on my sleeve. The world had stopped so why was everyone still fighting? The sounds, though deafening, fell on deaf ears. I could see Mandy screaming, but no sound came out. Our friend was gone.

Sorry, but Kelsey just had to die, plot reasons and all that. Just like with Boromir. Somebody has to die.